Fly with wings or Fly in plane

What would you choose if given an option to fly high with own wings or fly in a plane? It is figurative question of course. What would you?

Let me explain what I mean by wings or plane. Its just an analogy to be free or be caged. To do what you what naturally or live an artificial life. I have always led life from the chin and have been fairly successful at that. But few things of late have made me question myself. Maybe wings are for those who can’t afford to fly in a plane? Maybe such lies are spread by a bunch of unsuccessful people, who could never make it to a plane. Why I say this is, since wings are invisible. No one will have wings in real. The abstract.

I know I sound a bit shallow. But that’s how I feel right now. I have been cribbing a lot of late, which I never used to. Cribbing about things that never mattered to me ever. But now I just can’t escape the same damn things. I lose my temper now and then, which was never a part of my trait. It’s like I suck the happiness from the air I breath. I make the land on which I walk, barren. I take life out of the being I come in contact with. A demento perhaps. Or am demented?

Whatever be the case, I feel it’s all related to wings or plane. I am nauseating in the artificiality of the plane. Maybe it’s just acclimatization. Will require some time. Or maybe I am dead and everything is just a passing memory. Or maybe I am asleep and all this is just a dream. Or maybe I am schizophrenic and all this is just another hallucination.

Whatever it be, somethings missing. And tough part is, I don’t know what. Maybe it’s that time in my life already when I am looking for the answer, “Why am I here?”. A question I never thought I would look an answer for. But here I am. Inquisitive like never before.

Like all other times in my life, I hope to pass this phase as less damagingly as I can. Hopefully unscathed. Maybe it’s not a choice for me to make. What if I let plane grow it’s own wings or just fly with my wings to catch a plane?